Gemma’s POV
I couldn’t suppress my amusement watching Dominic struggle with my evening gown, his skilled hands that could disassemble weapons with deadly precision now fumbling helplessly against the intricate couture. Though I suspected this powerful Thorne family capo was deliberately prolonging his exploration of my body, I finally took mercy on him and lifted my left arm, indicating the concealed clasp hidden within the designer seam.
His emerald eyes sparked with that familiar predatory gleam as his lips curved into a victorious smirk. With calculated slowness, he drew the clasp downward, his intense gaze holding mine captive. Once freed, his warm palms found my shoulders, sliding the silk straps down my arms with reverent care. The expensive fabric whispered against my skin as it descended, pooling like liquid moonlight around my feet.
Dominic stepped back, his gaze devouring the sight of me standing before him in our heavily fortified penthouse. "My queen, you’re the most exquisite woman in this entire blood-soaked city," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Though I’d heard similar declarations from this dangerous man countless times, tonight felt different. The worship in his eyes made me feel like royalty in his violent kingdom. He closed the distance between us, gathering me against his solid chest before laying me gently on our silk-draped bed. His body, still clothed in his tailored suit that concealed multiple weapons, pressed against my bare skin as his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that tasted of whiskey and danger.
His exploration was methodical and unhurried, like a man who owned all the time in the world because he controlled every street corner in this territory. His kisses mapped every curve of my body with the same precision he used to plan his family operations. He moved with deliberate intent, alternating between gentle bites and feather-soft caresses that left me trembling with need. When his attention focused on my breasts, I arched toward him instinctively, craving more of his touch.
His heated mouth closed over one sensitive peak, drawing it between his lips and pulling a deep sound of pleasure from my throat. The sensation of his tongue circling the hardened tip before moving to lavish identical attention on its twin was divine torment. He continued this exquisite assault, alternating between them until I was writhing beneath him, my skin burning wherever his mouth made contact.
"Dominic... please... I need..." The words dissolved into breathless moans as overwhelming sensation clouded my thoughts.
"What do you need, my queen?" His voice carried dark amusement as he trailed kisses down my stomach. With firm pressure, he guided me onto my stomach and began placing heated kisses along the curve of my lower back, intensifying my desperate hunger for him.
"I need you inside me," I managed to gasp against the pillow.
"I’m right here with you," he teased, his hands sliding down to remove my delicate undergarments with torturous slowness.


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